Whole AgainA Poem by Nobody.I touch her face with feathered love, still, she flinches as if I’m all wrecking ball fists and flamethrower breath. I understand this beautiful broken vessel cannot be fixed easily or quickly, yet, still, my fingers long to run the length of each crack, my tongue longs to lick hot blood from fresh wounds, and my wicked lust, now pushed into deep hidden corridors, wants to smash her against a wall of lies, and chew each shard into sand. just to taste the pain of something so lovely might bring an opiate rush to crush my own mountainous shortcomings. sledgehammer thuds won’t bring roses to bloom, so I water the truth with honest sympathies, tear the flesh with honest teeth, crawl slowly, like a dog, into her glory to thrust this damaged art back into shape. when, it’s perfectly healed, I’ll call forth my lust to break it again. I’m hooked on this caretaker kink; I crave your moaning ache, half-hearted smiles, orgasmic madnesses, trembling thighs, tear-soaked goodbyes and hungers for the collision in the darkness. we may learn happily broken, but we’ll never glimpse whole again. © 2011 Nobody.Author's Note
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